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| for Bruce ~~~~~~~~~~ The Poem-Writing Place I wish I could take you to the place where words flow like wine and water and basketsful of rainbow-dappled puppies flow like only a thing that was never liquid at all can and aren’t stuck where we can reach but won’t until it matters enough that we aren’t stuck pasty white jarred and deceptively minty stuck in the places we never asked them to go talking about things we don’t want to have to say stuck like things we’d rather pretend we never stepped in things we don’t like to think fell from someone else’s mouth like a smell we tell ourselves we’ve gotten used to and is just part of how things are around here that will fade in time like all adhesion and stink and tenacity eventually do I wish I could take you to the place where words don’t do that (RETURN TO SENDER: ADDRESS UNKNOWN) ~HC |